Harry slowly made his way down the stairs to the entrance hall, his mind still struggling to make up his mind before reaching the dungeons. Should he tell his teacher the truth or not? He wanted to tell it? Harry searched through his feelings for what telling Snape the truth made him feel, and found it. He didn't want to tell him more than anything because it had only been a week since classes had started, and his teacher didn't know him at all. What would you feel if someone you don't know comes and tells you that you are their relative? What are you his son? It's a shock to anyone!
Even so, something inside of him at the idea of hiding the truth was revealed, deep down and without anyone knowing it, he had always wanted to have someone to trust, to care about him, to be able to go to that person with his problems. . Just like Dudley could turn to his parents when he needed to. Many times he had seen from his closet how his cousin ran to his parents when he got hurt or had a question, and he had envied him greatly. He couldn't do that with his uncles, he had already tried and the result had not been good at all.
He went down the last step and looked around, a dark place but with some lit candles welcomed him to the dungeons, when had he arrived? He did not know. He walked in the direction of his professor's office still with an internal struggle on his mind. He stopped in front of the office door and left his hand in the air when he was going to knock on the door

"What was I supposed to do?" Harry thought biting his bottom lip.

"Knock and enter, Mr. Potter, that's what you must do," Snape's voice came from inside.

Harry suppressed a gasp of surprise, did Snape know what he was thinking? As? Harry slowly opened the door and entered Professor Snape's office. It was dimly lit but Harry managed to notice the large vials with parts of animals and plants floating in strange liquids, placed on a large shelf that covered the entire gloomy office. There was a fireplace (which was evidently not used often) and a desk where Snape was standing behind him with his arms folded.

" my office has the approval of the great Savior of the Wizarding World? sneered Snape with a sneer.

Harry opened his mouth to reply but Snape's look made him close it again.

"Sit down" I point to the chair in front of him.

Harry took a seat and looked down, he had learned from the Dursleys that you should never look an adult in the eye if they were angry. Although apparently Snape did not agree

"Potter," I whisper, "look at me," I growl.

Harry looked up and just noticed a small potion on the desk, he looked at Snape curiously.

"I have heard that they have told you about your praised father" he spat out the word with disgust "and I want to contribute to the cause

Harry looked horrified as a smile crossed his professor's features, he would definitely kill him! Harry swallowed.

- What do you think this is? asked Snape.

Harry inspected the clear tube with something silver and black in it on the desk. He turned it several times between his fingers as he tried to think it was

"What is it?" He dared to ask.

"Memories Potter," Snape pointed out and snorted annoyed at the boy's confused face, "witches and wizards can extract our memories to be seen by other people, or be able to see yourself from a different perspective."

Harry watched his potions teacher go to a cupboard and pull out a big round thing.

"This is a Pensieve," Severus informed, pulling him closer to the boy. "He opens the jar and drops the memory inside."

Harry complied instantly and watched in wonder as the memory writhed within the Pensieve.

"We'll see how amazed you'll be at the end of the memory, Mr. Potter." Harry swallowed as he saw his teacher smile.

Harry did as Snape directed and soon found himself standing on the Hogwarts grounds, but he looked different, older than he now was. There were students in the courtyard who were talking among themselves and laughing, soon he found himself in front of a teenager of no more than fifteen years old, tall and with blond hair. I was next to three guys, but who were they?

"Those boys Mr. Potter" Harry jumped in fright since he hadn't noticed that his teacher had come with him "they are your dear father and his friends" he pointed to each one of them "James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupine and Peter Pettigrew"

Harry watched as James Potter, his "father" stared at a boy in the distance and smiled mockingly and apparently with some disgust

"Let's see guys, it's time to have some fun" James commented getting up from the ground being followed by his friends who were suddenly happy and excited about something

Harry followed his father's group to where a boy dressed in Slytherin robes was leaning on a tree trunk at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, deep in concentration on a book in his lap.

"quejicus" exclaimed James reaching the

Harry stared at the boy, not paying attention to the way James had called his real father. The boy had shoulder-length black hair, his robes had evidently seen better days, and the garment behind the robes he was wearing was too big for him, big enough that his pants had to be held up by a long rope around him. from his waist. The sweatshirt she was wearing might as well have looked like a single piece of clothing that could cover her entire body. Did Harry feel sorry for him, or was it understanding and empathy? Since I knew what it was like to have second-hand clothes and not fit you well. But Severus misinterpreted the little boy's thoughts.

"Just like your father," Snape spat in disgust, staring at the boy making a disgusted face.

Harry looked up at his teacher and looked at him confused, why had he said that?

- because...? - tried to ask the boy

Severus growled at him.

"Pay attention," Snape ordered.

Harry looked back at James and company. The Severus of the memory shot up and soon his wand was in his hand and pointed at the group, Harry noted that James and company had already taken aim at the Slytherin boy since they had approached him.

"Tell me whiner," Sirius Black began, "how can you read a book that must be as dirty and greasy as you?"

James and company laughed in chorus and little Snape gnashed his teeth.

"Oh, how wonderful, you know what a book is," Severus exclaimed in astonishment with obvious mockery in his voice.

James waved his wand vaguely and his enemy's black wand flew back two meters. Severus made a move to go after his wand but soon ended up hanging in the air upside down.

"Let's see whining," James began to say, "we know what a book is." But do you know what decent clothes are? Because that thing you wear"—he pointed to the tattered clothing that was now visible to all the onlookers watching the scene before them—"wouldn't even be worn by a sewer rat. What's more, rats are very clean, you know? Why don't you learn from them Snape?
Harry looked horrified at the boy who was hanging in the air, was that boy his father? Was it Severus Snape? Had you received bullying in your teens? From a person who everyone told him was so admirable and respectable? Harry frowned, that was not admirable! It was disgusting and disgusting! It reminded him of Dudley and his gang chasing after him. He looked at his adoptive father with disgust and anger, Severus hadn't done anything to him! I had no reason to go and bother him like that!
The Severus of the memory activated his wand and cast a spell at his rival in his carelessness, managing to free himself. Once down Severus began a duel with the group of idiots in front of him, spells came and went and it seemed that Snape had practice in combat, did that mean he had fought them before? Adult Severus looked at the boy who was glaring at the group, perhaps if he managed to get the idea that his father was a saint from a young age out of him, the boy would stop being so arrogant and conceited, although he didn't know if he would manage it on his own. Maybe I should help him a bit? Some good punishments would do him good so he doesn't become James 2.0.
Harry watched horrified as James launched a spell straight at his father's head, his father failed to dodge it and fell to the ground apparently passed out.

James watched as blood began to come out of the Slytherin's nose and head.

"Sir, what did you do?" What spell did you cast? James asked.

Sirius shrugged.

" I don't know, I read that spell in a book. I don't know what it really does," he replied, downplaying it.

James looked at his enemy on the ground as if he were looking at a filthy, dying rat.

" Well, one less Slytherin in the world. We have done the wizarding world a favor," James pointed out, turning and giving his spectators a smile.

Sirius smiled pleased at his friend's words and added beaming

" and one less Death Eater!

James and Peter smiled at him and continued on their way to the castle being praised by their home group. Harry, who had seen everything, turned to his little father with a worried face.

" you are dead? he asked in a voice so soft that grown Severus almost didn't hear him.

Severus sneered.

"Yes Potter, I'm dead and now I'm a ghost."

Harry looked at him with wide green eyes and noticed the frown of his real father, who was looking past his back. Harry turned to see what his father was looking at but his father grabbed his shoulder and they left the Pensieve.
Harry looked at his professor's gloomy office. And the events seen from Snape's memory crashed into him like a pack of Hippogriffs. Harry gasped and tears welled up in his eyes, he rolled over with his back to his teacher as he couldn't let his teacher see him like that. Severus felt the boy's body jerk and anger at Potter flashed through his body and mind, blinding his logical thinking. The boy was laughing at what he had seen in the memory! Idiot brat! He was just like his father! Laughing at people who were not equal to them, who did not have the same opportunities and therefore believing they had the right to make fun of them.

- out! Snape whispered deadly.

When the boy didn't move from his spot, he crossed the room in two strides and grabbed the boy by the arm, shooing him out of his office and slamming the door in his face.

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